THE TRIDENT OF DEATH
NILAMSURI

Revenge is terrible.

Especially now accompanied by the impulse of animal lust overflowing. Nilamsuri's situation is really tight. The power is almost over. Four pairs of hands

humans were floating all over the body that was lying on top of an old tomb.

”Ha...ha..ha! The bones you have mother will witness the execution of this law of karma!” said Bergola Wungu.

Nilamsuri slammed his knee into the man's abdomen as Bergola Wungu was about to come up to him from above. But the knee hit with no energy at all was not felt by the berewok man!

”Keparat! Just kill me! Kill!”, shouted Nilamsuri.

”Honor you first, your new life!.” Bergola Wungu.

Witnessed by three of his men who also roared the body of the sixteen-year-old girl, Bergola Wungu began to carry out his cursed intentions. The hope of Nilamsuri to save himself. Tears melt on his cheeks.

But Nilamsuri's fate was not as bad as he had imagined at the time. A white shadow flashed from the east side of the cemetery where the ground was slightly open. And you know the four people who swarmed Nilamsuri became stiff as a stone statue!

Nilamsuri, who only felt the wind and the hands on his body, stopped abruptly, opening his two teary eyes.

Incredibly shocked and almost in disbelief he saw how the four shrewd humans were still crouching around him but their eyes were all glaring and their bodies were tense stiff!

This girl got up quickly.

What happened to the four men?

He remembered the wind. Maybe someone helped her?

A man with extraordinary powers?

He looked at the four men. It turned out that they were struck by a large vein at the base of each neck. Or maybe

all four of them had been strangled by the demon graveyard?!

The very strange event made Nilamsuri forget about his own situation at that time. He looked around. His eyes hit a roll of white matter lying on the tombstone of a grave. This thing is a white shirt and pants. And looking at the clothes at once reminded Nilamsuri of his condition. No matter who the owner of the clothes was, without bothering again how the clothes could be on top of the grave the girl just jumped up, grabbing the clothes and running behind a bunch of bushes. He wore the clothes quickly. Although a little oversized, but the clothes gave a lot of help to Nilamsuri and the girl felt very grateful.

He came out from behind the bushes. And when he saw the four men who were still crouching stiffly on the other side, his anger overflowed. Boiling blood. He grabbed his sword lying on the ground. Sword beam

berbiblat at once snatched towards the head of Bergola Wungu and his men.

”Tring!”

A pebble as big as the tip of the index finger struck the middle of the sword that was about to take the lives of the four humans. And the impact of this pebble made the sword in Nilamsuri's hand pushed half a spear up, passing one inch over the head of Bergola Wungu and the other three!

Surprised this Kalingundil girl is not a bitch. Simultaneously he snapped and looked around.

”Man or demon who is the culprit do not hide! Unblock yourself!”

No one's saying. But the thicket of shrubs near the frangipani tree seems to be moving. And Nilamsuri blows a bare-handed blow at the bush.

”Abraziness right!”, maki Nilamsuri. ”If you dare to look for business, dare to show yourself!!”

There was the sound of laughter. The laughing voice came from behind the bamboo trees on the edge of the cemetery. For the second time Nilamsuri took off an empty-handed blow. A strong wind struck the bamboo tree. Bamboo trunks were broken, which were uprooted from their roots immediately fell down

the leaves fell to the ground. But like this time there was no human behind the bamboo trees!

Nilamsuri's gold is not playing.

There was another laughing voice. This time accompanied by a remark, ”Only cowardly humans kill enemies in a helpless state!”

Nilamsuri looked up at the red frangipani tree. That instant also a body seemed to vanish into the north like a supernatural!

Nilamsuri crack jaws. Without waiting any longer this girl stomped both feet and immediately chased to the north direction!

Up to several hundred spears away to the north of Nilamsuri had still not managed to catch up to that person. Never chase, see the shadow even not even his footprints are not at all visible on the ground.

The girl stopped her pursuit on the edge of a valley.

In addition to his indignant heart was also astonished and wondered. Who was this man and where did he disappear? Was it the man who helped him from the doings of the damned Bergola Wungu and his friends? If it is true why then the man got in the way when he was about to slash the neck of the four berewok men?

Nilamsuri looked again into the valley. Everything is covered in silence. Then the girl looked at the clothes she was wearing. This dress was found on top of a tomb. Were these clothes deliberately left for her to wear by the runaway freak?

Nilamsuri twisted his body about to return to the cemetery. But immediately restrained when behind him from behind a waru tree sounded the voice of people saying.

”Will be back to make cowardice? Kill a helpless enemy? Free to know silat science but do not know silat density!”

Not playing with the growl Nilamsuri heard the mockery. He jumped towards the waru tree. But even faster was the man who said he had flashed like a shadow and ran into the valley.

”Man or demon! Don't run!” nilamsuri.

And soon he pursued into the valley. But just like before, once he reached the bottom of the valley then that person

the chase vanished again!

With a curious heart this girl jumped on a tree

high and from here looking all over the valley to investigate where the man was running. But it also does not produce results.

The nilamsuri are back down. He explored part of the valley. His heart was not satisfied if it had not succeeded in meeting the person he was chasing. On the bank of a creek finally this girl stopped her steps.

Soon he was smitten on the bank of this river. Then his nose was struck by the fragrant smell of something baked. This smell came from the direction upstream of the river, making his throat publish saliva.

This girl steps up the river. Not fifty steps he walked, then in one bend of the river where the water flow faster, he saw sitting in the middle of the river, on a large stone slippery black, a man.

This man sat behind him and his hair was long, dressed in white. Don't know what Nilamsuri made this man in the middle of this river on that rock. The weight of his curiosity that this man was the person he had been chasing. But strangely enough the smell of the baked thing came from the direction of the men in the middle of this river!